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D R ONE S AND THE ETHIC S OF
TA R GETED KILLING
D R ONE S AND THE ETHIC S OF
TA R GETED KILLING
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List of Acronyms ix
Preface xi
Speaking in Public 95
The President’s Speech 105
How Does an Individual Become a Target? 112
How Is a Targeted Killing Implemented? 116
Summing Up 118
5 The Future Context: Addressing the Moral Issues 121
Discrimination 122
Imminence 129
Death and Harm to Civilians 135
Last Resort 142
Strategic Success 145
Perpetual War 151
Bad Precedents 152
Drones and Democracy 159
Final Thoughts 165
Notes 169
Index 195
LIST OF ACRONYMS
ix
x LIST OF A CRONYMS
xi
xi i P REFA CE
and full jury trial, lawyers, the right to examine evidence and to confront
witnesses, multiple appeals, and habeas petitions).”
As one who usually finds himself on the political left, is a member of
the Democratic Party, voted for Obama in two presidential elections, and
opposes the death penalty, I thought, just maybe, Mr. Greenwald was
talking to me. And so I went back to a file I had started in preparation for
a class presentation in a course on the ethics of war and peace that I have
taught for many years. The presentation was to be on targeted killing, but
it was never given since students enrolled in the course were given a
choice of topics to be included in the syllabus and targeted killing did not
make the cut.
Since then drones have become a major topic of controversy in the
United States and around the world. A simple Google search on “drone
warfare” produced 7,630,000 items. While much of this attention is all to
the good—trying to promote understanding of the topic and bringing
policy discussion about drones out into the open—the attention can be
misleading. Drones raise some new issues for the ethics of killing, but
many of the questions that are being asked about drone warfare pertain to
another broader topic of which drones are but a piece.
Many questions asked about the use of drones for lethal attacks have
been asked before and are not occasioned for the first time by the growing
use of drones. Instead, the questions have been voiced in various forms
during earlier debates about aerial bombardment and other weapons that
permit remote killing. One aim of this study is to return to some of those
prior debates to gain perspective on the present discussion of drone war-
fare. My main contention is that drone attacks are a species of the genus
of human action called targeted killing. Clarity about the morality of
targeted killing in general will assist in an ethical assessment of the par-
ticular use of drones in counterterrorist activity.
Drones, or remotely piloted air vehicles, have become an iconic tool
of contemporary armed conflict. Without question an armed drone is a
powerful weapon. The combat value of drone strikes is clear and is the
main reason for the rapid expansion of their use. However, to what degree
is the use of armed drones ethical? How might a reliance on current and
PRE FACE xiii
All murders are killings but not all killings are murders because some
killings are not viewed as being unjust by the majority of commentators
in these traditions.
One error in the present debates is the use of ethically loaded language
to describe targeted killing. That is, expressions like “murder” are used to
describe targeted killing, which only begs the question to be examined.
Are all targeted killings unjust or may there be morally justifiable tar-
geted killings? Describing targeted killing as “extrajudicial killing,” link-
ing the practice to the tragic deaths of the many victims of repressive
regimes in Central and South America during the 1970s and 1980s, is
another example of ethically loaded language. 6 Perhaps the most com-
monly used word as an equivalent for targeted killing is that of “assassi-
nation,” a particular species of killing that has been debated throughout
the centuries. Assassination figures prominently in the debate over tar-
geted killing because many critics cite both domestic and international
law prohibiting assassination. So if targeted killing is presumed to be the
equivalent of assassination, the critics claim it violates established legal
norms.
many commentators. But there have been periods in times past when
assassinations have been legal and defended on moral grounds, as will be
discussed in the next chapter. So targeted killing may include some assas-
sinations, though not all, and targeted killing also includes other lethal
actions not accurately described as assassinations.
Signature Strikes
sense? For signature strikes? What are the ethical and legal bases for a
policy of targeted killing outside declared battlefield areas? What is the
review process for approving targeted killings of American citizens?
What constraints are in place with regard to the exercise of presidential
power? All these concerns, among others, require comment in any ethical
assessment of targeted killing.
The current practice of using armed drone strikes to kill individuals
identified as terrorist threats is the most commonly cited example of
targeted killing. Before concluding this chapter it will be helpful, there-
fore, to provide a bit of background concerning drones and their use in
America’s counterterrorism strategy.
since the army and navy as well as the air force have drones. One educat-
ed guess puts the total number well above eight thousand. The vast major-
ity of drones are used for surveillance. Of the total number, approximate-
ly three to four hundred drones are armed. The most common armed
drones are the MQ-1 Predator and MQ-9 Reaper. It is not their weaponry
that is notable about drones. They carry missiles that are commonly used
by other military launchers and even the largest drones are not heavily
armed. The most common missile on board is a Hellfire missile adapted
from the army, which used it on helicopters to attack tanks and other
armored vehicles. The air force adapted that missile to be more effective
against personnel in an open setting. Drones are not fast: they move at
speeds less than one hundred miles an hour; also, they fly low and are
noisy.
What makes drones notable is “their ability to see and think.” 20 Their
navigational systems can be programmed so that drones are able to fly
themselves from takeoff to landing. They are equipped with powerful
visual sensors and video technology that permit surveillance in the dark
and through clouds. Because they can fly themselves, their operators can
focus on using that surveillance technology without distraction. 21
Without doubt, drones are of great benefit to the counterterrorism
effort. They have distinct advantages over manned aircraft, cruise mis-
siles, and Special Operations attacks. First, unlike manned aircraft where
refueling and crew fatigue limit flight time, drones permit sustained ob-
servation of potential targets for long periods of time. The exact duration
of a flight is not public information but it is known to be longer than
twenty-four hours for some models. And no pilot or ground observers are
at risk during that time.
Second, unlike cruise missiles, drones are almost instantaneous in re-
sponse time. When Clinton ordered the cruise missile attack on the sus-
pected location of Osama bin Laden, the cruise missiles were targeted at a
projected location for where he would be in four to six hours. What the
military calls the cycle of “find-fix-finish” is reduced to seconds in the
case of drones. 22 In addition, drone missiles can be diverted at the very
last minute.
U N DE RST AN DI N G T ARGETED KILLING A ND DRONES 13
REMOTE KILLING
One popular misconception about those piloting the drones is that they
are so removed from the battlefield that the experience of war is like
playing a video game. In truth, recent studies suggest that drone operators
suffer from war trauma like other combatants and those who pilot
manned planes. 28 The reason for this is the nature of the intense surveil-
lance that drone pilots do prior to attack. “No doubt, the distance between
the human warfighter and the battlefield has never been longer, but the
psychological proximity can be closer for drone pilots than for other
military personnel.” 29
Another dimension of drone pilots’ experience is that they linger over
a target site and witness the damage that they do, whereas pilots of
14 CHA P TER 1
manned planes hasten to leave once they have fired their weapons. Allied
pilots in World War II killed countless numbers of civilians but they
rarely would have experienced the results of their bombing. Drone pilots
use weapons that are far more accurate than World War II’s aerial bombs,
but the pilots more often than not see close up the accidental deaths they
cause. 30
Yet there is a sense of incongruity when the carnage of a drone attack
is contrasted with an image of the pilot finishing a shift and calmly
driving home to have dinner with family members. Consequently, a va-
riety of critics cite concerns about using remotely piloted vehicles in the
act of killing. “Anonymous murder from a safe distance” 31 and the
“video-game mentality of the drone controllers” 32 are typical comments
in this vein.
Despite the superficial similarities between playing video games and
remote piloting of drones, the latter is serious work for operators as well
as deadly for victims. Dismissing it as video-gaming does not convey the
true nature of the experience. Still, those operating drones are able to
walk away unhurt if a drone should fall from the sky and that is a major
reason why the use of drones is popular with both the Obama administra-
tion and the American public. In one poll of U.S. citizens, 72 percent
were in favor and only 22 percent opposed the use of drone attacks in
combatting terrorists. 33
New forms of weaponry are often accompanied by moral concerns if
they alter the nature of armed conflict, and drones have captured the
attention of the general public because of the possibility that they might
be such transformative weapons. The just war tradition maintains that war
is a human activity subject to governance by moral norms. War cannot be
removed from the realm of morality and still be just. So whether it be
mounted cavalry or crossbows, catapults or submarines, nuclear bombs or
attack drones, there will be new questions and debates surrounding the
utilization of novel means of causing death—as well there should be.
Another issue raised by the “remoteness” of drone killing has been the
suggestion that there is a lack of valor when one of the combatants, the
drone operator, is at no real risk in the armed conflict. 34 The problem with
U N DE RST AN DI N G T ARGETED KILLING A ND DRONES 15
this complaint is that one might have said the same thing about an archer
in the Middle Ages firing from within a castle at a combatant on the
ground outside, or a sniper shooting a sentry from hundreds of yards
away, or a naval missile launcher seated at a console on a ship hundreds
of miles from the field of battle. The issue of long-distance killing has
been around for centuries and drones do not add much new to the topic.
There are other issues raised about remoteness, however, that merit
reflection for defenders of drone killing. Is it possible that drones will
subtly affect the way in which the military determines whether a target
can be captured or killed by means that might better avoid civilian
deaths? If the safety of the drone pilot becomes the standard by which one
compares whether military personnel are put at risk, then we may wind up
inverting the just war tradition. For one clear standard of that tradition is
that soldiers must be willing to bear a measure of risk in order to avoid
civilian casualties. That suggests to me that we ought not use drones to
save American military lives if that only exacerbates the risk that falls
upon foreign civilians. 35
are still questions: who decides upon a target, by what criteria, what
standard of evidence is necessary, what review procedures are in place,
what procedure for holding decision makers accountable for errors is in
place? The lack of transparency and public accountability for present
government policy on targeted killing is a major area of concern.
Even if targeted killings are lawful by international and domestic stan-
dards, and even if there is a policy for targeted killing that is appropriate
to a democracy, the question about its morality remains. And if some use
of targeted killing is morally defensible, can there be immoral overuse?
Might a person consider targeted killing a legitimate tactic in the fight
against international terrorists while finding the tactic of signature strikes
to be morally objectionable? Is there a place for targeted killing in a
theory of just warfare? Must norms such as protection of innocent civil-
ians and last resort be applicable? Is targeted killing preventive in nature,
essentially defensive, or can it be used as punishment for terrorist acts
already committed, a form of retributive justice?
The questions posed above make it clear that much of what we think
we are discussing when talking about drones is really a conversation
about targeted killing. The real issue is not drones, but the killing of
militant terrorists or even suspect terrorists determined by unknown crite-
ria in secret deliberations, with no hard data about the cost in innocent
lives. 39
Yet there are particular concerns about the use of armed drones as a
specific mode of targeted killing; perhaps none more important than the
issue of precedents. At present the United States is the dominant user of
armed drones. But that will change. There are now more than fifty nations
developing surveillance drones, and their military use will grow in time.
The United States is in the position of setting the precedent for drone use
and we ought to establish norms that we would wish others, including our
rivals, to follow. For example, when defining the battlefield, what is to
count as a combat zone in a future with thousands of drones in the air? Do
we wish to live in a world where drones can attack anywhere—an urban
park, a country lane, a suburban backyard, a fishing boat on a lake? Will
everyplace be a potential battlefield where an attack can occur?
18 CHA P TER 1
The practice of targeted killing has long been employed and debated
among peoples of various places and times. Throughout Western history
there have been arguments about the morality of assassination, tyranni-
cide, and other forms of killing aimed at specific individuals. In most
circumstances the idea of targeted killing has been seen to violate the
moral standards that support the protection of human life. Yet moral
traditions have also found exceptional circumstances that have led to
approval of targeted killing in particular cases.
In this chapter we will examine the distant context for a discussion of
targeted killing. This distant context includes several traditions that have
influenced thinking on the topic of targeted killing: classical Greek and
Roman thought, ancient Judaism, and later Christian reflection. Western
philosophical and legal writings have also contributed insight on the vari-
ous forms of targeted killing.
21
22 CHA P TER 2
“For at least two and a half millennia it has constituted in the eyes of
philosophers the only respectable link between ethics and political vio-
lence.” 1 It was the discussion of tyranny in Aristotle’s Politics that estab-
lished the framework for much of what followed in the West. In accord
with Plato, Aristotle maintained that whenever an entity contains a ration-
al element it is proper for the rational part to rule over the nonrational.
People differ in their capacity for rationality and, therefore, different
modes of rule or governance are more or less suitable for different cases.
A young child has a rational capacity that is incomplete and so it is
appropriate for a father to rule over a child. Such paternal governance is
inappropriate when the situation is of two adults with equal rationality.
For Aristotle despotic rule is illustrated in the master–slave relation-
ship. Such rule can be justifiable because those who are “naturally” slaves
lack the ability to be deliberative and are in need of a master to direct
them. 2 Despotic rule is for the sake of the master, not the slave. When
people have equal or similar rational ability, however, rule is to be for the
sake of the ruled. 3 When there is proper rule by one it is monarchy, where
the king rules for the good of all citizens. Political rule is a service that
citizens provide for one another. It is aimed at the common good. A tyrant
is a monarch who uses power not for the good of all citizens but for
personal benefit. To Aristotle, political rule is perverted or defective
when it is for the advantage of the ruler since this ignores the duty of
political leadership to serve the common good of all citizens of the state. 4
Tyranny, therefore, should be corrected; but the killing of the tyrant
was not always the permissible path to restoring good political order.
Aristotle’s treatment in Book Five of the Politics entailed a “case study”
approach that discussed a variety of examples of, and an array of motives
for, tyrannicide in ancient Greece. Tyrannicide was possible if the ruler
was a usurper or engaged in serious misrule. However, alternative meas-
ures for remedying the problem were preferable, if at all possible. Fur-
thermore, if the tyrant was to be brought down, Aristotle assumed it was
best done by elite representatives of the society—nobles, generals, relig-
ious leaders, and other figures of similar social standing. The idea was
that such people, while not immune to self-interest narrowly understood,
T H E DI ST AN T C ON T E X T S OF THE DEBA TE 23
were likely to have some sense of a wider duty to the society as a whole.
This assumption came to be called the melior pars (the better part) princi-
ple in subsequent theories of tyrannicide.
The true tyrant deserved death because he had made himself a person
outside the law by his own capricious behavior. However, the assassin
walked a thin line in trying to avoid a similar charge. Aristotle realized
that, although necessary at times, resorting to tyrannicide opened a door
to social disorder, even chaos. Thus, it was not a practice to be encour-
aged or made routine. If we follow the lead of the historian Franklin Ford
and see tyrannicide as a particular species of assassination, 5 it may be
claimed that ancient Greek thinkers like Aristotle frowned upon assassi-
nation in general but countenanced the possibility of some acts of tyranni-
cide. Nonetheless, there was concern that using tyrannicide as a defense
against misrule ran the risk of “damaging the painfully acquired set of
restraints lacking which good rule, too, could easily become impos-
sible.” 6
Ancient Rome
Cicero, that great defender of the Republic, may have been the first Ro-
man to defend tyrannicide, even by means of assassination. The assassi-
nation of Caesar overshadowed much of Cicero’s writing of De Officiis
(On Duties). Cicero observed that there was a distinction between partic-
ular duties and general ones, “For often the occasion arises when some-
thing that is generally and customarily considered to be dishonorable is
found not to be so.” 7 The particular example he cites to make this point
about a duty in special circumstances is the killing of Caesar. His defense
of the killing of Caesar became one of the most commonly cited prece-
dents by later writers who took up the question. Cicero is clear that he
viewed Caesar’s death as tyrannicide and he repeats that assertion in
several places in the text. 8 His only expressed lament is not over the death
of Caesar but the fact that his death did not lead to the restoration of the
Republic.
24 CHA P TER 2
Caesar was not only elected consul but was also given the powers of
dictator. This was a special office by which an individual was put at the
head of the Republic and vested with extraordinary power. Usually dicta-
tors served for six months and acted with the consent of the Senate.
Dictators were appointed by the consuls on the occasion of what we today
might call national emergency. In Caesar’s case it was civil war. For
Cicero the great threat Caesar posed to the Republic, which was already
in decline, was that Caesar was in his sixth year as consul and fifth year
as dictator. This trend of greater power accruing to Caesar, who contin-
ued to hold one office that should have rotated and another that ought to
have been temporary, threatened the very existence of the Republic.
Though Caesar was not especially brutal or capricious in his rule, that
was not the point for Cicero. Rather, it was the fear that “[w]ith the
frequent and orderly rotation of elective government once broken by a
military and political genius, how could anyone save the Republic from
eventual oblivion?” 9
Although not one of the conspirators himself, Cicero’s voice was the
one heard in the Senate calling for clemency for the assassins. He hoped
to see a restoration of the normal workings of the Republic and an end to
the rule by “strong men” who subverted the aristocratic and democratic
roles of the Senate and the Assembly. It was not to be, however, as Cicero
was slain less than two years later when the Second Triumvirate led by
Mark Antony ordered his death. 10
During the subsequent age of the empire there were abundant in-
stances of assassination, including many that were driven more by palace
intrigue and personal ambition than what might be justified by appeal to
some theory of principled tyrannicide. In his history of political homi-
cide, Franklin Ford suggests that the death of four Roman emperors might
be cited as examples of “tyrannicides in keeping with the classical defini-
tion of usurpation or flagrant misrule, or both,” which is not to deny there
may have been other lesser motives involved as well. 11 On the whole,
however, the number of assassinations that happened during the age of
classical Rome leaves a clear sense that the vast majority of such killings
had little to do with appeals to protection of the common good or resis-
T H E DI ST AN T C ON T E X T S OF THE DEBA TE 25
the Canaanite foe. After the Israelite victory over the Canaanite army, the
defeated general Sisera fled for his life. He was welcomed into the tent of
one Jael, wife of a man that Sisera had reason to believe would protect
him. Jael put the general at ease and encouraged him to rest while she
would stand guard. However, while Sisera slept she killed him and later
showed the corpse to Barak. 14 Later Deborah sings the praises of Jael as a
blessed woman. 15
The book of Judith, though set in the time of the Judges, is a fictional
story most likely written sometime around 110 to 90 BC. It is a tale of an
individual whose name simply means “Jewish woman.” She represents a
type, someone at the bottom of the social hierarchy of Israel, a childless
widow. Yet she is portrayed as a model of faith, with more trust in God
and courage against her foe than any of the males in the story. Judith uses
her beauty and charm to draw close to Holofernes, the Assyrian general
sent to punish the Jews for being disloyal vassals to Nebuchadnezzar.
Seizing the opportunity to kill Holofernes while he lay intoxicated and
sleeping, she uses the general’s own sword to cut off his head and does it
in the name of Yahweh who saves the people through unexpected means,
such as this lowly woman. Biblical scholars see the book as a “reflection
on the meaning of the yearly Passover observance.” 16 It reminds the
faithful Israelites that their God does not abandon them and will raise up
individuals to save the people even if the deliverance comes in surprising
ways.
Another story drawn from the era of the Judges tells the tale of Abime-
lech, one of the sons of Gideon born to his concubine. Gideon, a military
leader of renown, left behind dozens of male heirs born to wives and
concubines. Abimelech allies himself with the inhabitants of Shechem, an
important town where his mother had kin. Making the case that he would
be a better ruler over them than any of the other sons of Gideon because
he was their kinsman, Abimelech gains the support of the Shechemites.
Abimelech proceeds to systematically kill his fraternal rivals after hiring
a group of thugs to do the work. He then proclaims himself king over the
people and rules for several years before encountering a rebellion due to
his misrule. During the siege of a city held by his opponents, Abimelech
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morning. The doors shut and I was marooned in the meager present.
Who was this American who had come to Luxor? and why?
I took the pages that I had written and hid them in a wide crack in the
marble-topped Victorian washstand. I then put on a tie and linen
jacket and, cane in hand, my most bemused and guileless
expression upon my face, I left the room and walked down the tall
dim corridor to the lobby, limping perhaps a little more than was
necessary, exaggerating my quiet genuine debility to suggest, if
possible, an even greater helplessness. If they had come at last to
kill me, I thought it best to go to them while I still held in check the
creature terror. As I approached the lobby, I recalled Cicero’s death
and took courage from his example. He too had been old and tired,
too exasperated at the last even to flee.
“Oh,” said the American again and then, having accepted my reality,
he pushed a fat red hand toward me. “The name is Butler, Bill Butler.
Glad to meet you. Didn’t expect to find another white ... didn’t expect
to meet up with an American in these parts.” I shook the hand.
“Let me help you,” I said, letting go the hand quickly. “The manager
speaks no English.”
“Oh, I’m sure of that. Tell them I got a reservation.” Butler mopped
his full glistening cheeks with a handkerchief.
The manager sighed. “Would you ask him to show me his passport
and authorizations?”
“Would you ask him to sign the register?” The manager’s expression
was puzzled. I wondered what on earth it was all about.
“Don’t know why,” said Butler, carving his name into the register with
the ancient pen, “there’s all this confusion. I wired for a room last
week from Cairo.”
“Communications have not been perfected in the Arab countries,” I
said (fortunately for me, I thought to myself).
When he had done registering, a boy came and took his bags and
the key to his room.
“Not at all.”
“Like to see something of you, if you don’t mind. Wonder if you could
give me an idea of the lay of the land.”
When he had gone, I asked the manager about him but he, old friend
that he was (he has been manager for twelve years and looks up to
me as an elder statesman, in the hotel at least, since I have lived
there longer), merely shrugged and said, “It’s too much for me, sir.”
And I could get no more out of him.
2
The terrace was nearly cool when we met at six o’clock, at the hour
when the Egyptian sun has just lost its unbearable gold, falling, a
scarlet disc, into the white stone hills across the dull river which, at
this season, winds narrowly among the mud-flats, a third of its usual
size, diminished by heat.
“Don’t suppose we could order a drink ... not that I’m much of a
drinking man, you know. Get quite a thirst, though, on a day like
this.”
I told him that since foreigners had ceased to come here, the bar had
been closed down: Moslems for religious reasons did not use
alcohol.
“I know, I know,” he said. “Studied all about them, even read the
Koran. Frightful stuff, too.”
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” said Butler genially, taking
the cup of mint tea which the servant had brought him. On the river a
boat with a red sail tacked slowly in the hot breeze. “The manager
tells me you’ve been up here for twenty years.”
“I was an archaeologist at one time,” I said and I told him the familiar
story which I have repeated so many times now that I have almost
come to believe it. “I was from Boston originally. Do you know
Boston? I often think of those cold winters with a certain longing. Too
much light can be as trying as too little. Some twenty years ago, I
decided to retire, to write a book of memoirs.” This was a new,
plausible touch, “Egypt was always my single passion and so I came
to Luxor, to this hotel where I’ve been quite content, though hardly
industrious.”
“How come they let you in? I mean there was all that trouble along
around when the Pan-Arabic League shut itself off from civilization.”
This had the desired effect of chilling him. Though he was still young,
hardly fifty, the immediacy of death, even when manifested in the
person of a chance acquaintance, did inspire a certain gravity.
“Well they’ve worked out an alliance with Pan-Arabia which will open
the whole area to us. Of course no oil exploitation is allowed but
there’ll still be a lot of legitimate business between our sphere and
these people.”
“The world must have changed indeed,” I said at last. “It was a
Moslem law that no foreign missionaries be allowed in the Arab
League.”
“No, for Cavesword. That’s what we’re selling because that’s the one
thing we’ve got.” And he blinked seriously at the remnant of scarlet
sun; his voice had grown husky, like a man selling some commodity
on television in the old days. Yet the note of sincerity, whether
simulated or genuine, was unmistakably resolute.
“You may have a difficult time,” I said, not wanting to go on with this
conversation but unable to direct it short of walking away. “The
Moslems are very stubborn in their faith.”
Butler laughed confidently. “We’ll change all that. It may not be easy
at first because we’ve got to go slow, feel our way, but once we know
the lay of the land, you might say, we’ll be able to produce some big
backing, some real backing.”
His meaning was unmistakable. Already I could imagine those
Squads of the Word in action throughout this last terrestrial refuge.
Long ago they had begun as eager instruction teams; after the first
victories, however, they had become adept at demoralization, at
brain-washing and auto-hypnosis, using all the psychological
weapons which our race in its ingenuity had fashioned in the mid-
century, becoming so perfect with the passage of time that
imprisonment or execution for unorthodoxy was no longer
necessary: even the most recalcitrant, the most virtuous man, could
be reduced to a sincere and useful orthodoxy, no different in quality
from his former antagonists, his moment of rebellion forgotten, his
reason anchored securely at last in the general truth. I was also quite
confident that their methods had improved even since my
enlightened time.
“Not a doubt in the world,” he clapped his hands. “They don’t know
what happiness we’ll bring them.” Difficult as it was to accept such
hyperbole, I believed in his sincerity: he is one of those zealots
without whose offices no large work in the world can be successfully
propagated. I did not feel more than a passing pity for the Moslems:
they were doomed but their fate would not unduly distress them for
my companion was perfectly right when he spoke of the happiness
which would be theirs: a blithe mindlessness which would in no way
affect their usefulness as citizens. We had long since determined
that for the mass this was the only humane way of ridding them of
superstition in the interest of Cavesword and the better life.
“It’s strange, though, that they should let you in,” I said, quite aware
that he might be my assassin after all, permitted by the Egyptian
government to destroy me and, with me, the last true memory of the
mission. I had not completely got over my first impression that Butler
was an accomplished actor, sounding me out before the final victory
of the Cavites, the necessary death and total obliteration of the
person and the memory of Eugene Luther, now grown old with a
false name in a burning land.
“Not quite,” I said, relieved that Butler’s face was now invisible. I was
not used to great red faces after my years in Luxor among the lean,
the delicate and the dark. Now only his voice was a dissonance in
the evening.
“It isn’t bad, though it may take some getting used to.”
“Well, I’ve a strong stomach. Guess that’s why they chose me for this
job.”
“Quite a few,” said Butler. “They’ve been training us for the last year
in Canada for the big job of opening up Pan-Arabia. Of course we’ve
known for years that it was just a matter of time before the
government got us in here.”
“Then you’ve been thoroughly grounded in the Arab culture? and
disposition?”
“Oh, sure. May have to come to you every now and then, though, if
you don’t mind.” He chuckled to show that his patronage would be
genial.
Inside the hotel the noise of plates being moved provided a familiar
reference. I was conscious of being hungry: as the body’s
mechanism jolts to a halt, it wants more fuel than it ever did at its
optimum. I wanted to go in but before I could gracefully extricate
myself Butler asked me a question. “You the only American in these
parts?”
“Funny nothing was said about there being any American up here. I
guess they didn’t know you were here.”
“That must be it.” Butler seemed easily satisfied, perhaps too easily.
“Certainly makes things a lot easier for us, having somebody like you
up here, another Cavite, who knows the lingo.”
“I’ll help in any way I can; though I’m afraid I have passed the age of
usefulness. Like the British king, I can only advise.”
“Well, that’s enough. I’m the active one anyway. My partner takes
care of the other things.”
“The year? I don’t recall. About thirty years old, I should say.”
There was a silence. “Of course yours is a special case, being
marooned like this. There’s a ruling about it which I think will protect
you fully since you’ve had no contact with the outside; anyway, as a
Communicator, I must ask you for your old copy.”
“I’ll give you a new one, of course. You see it is against the law to
have any Testament which predates the second Cavite Council.”
“Spheres of influence.” How easily the phrase came to his lips! All
the jargon of the journalists of fifty years ago has, I gather, gone into
the language, providing the inarticulate with a number of made-up
phrases calculated to blur even their none too clear meanings. I
assume of course that Butler is as inarticulate as he seems, that he
is typical of the first post-Cavite generation.
“Be glad to tell you anything you want to know. That’s my business.”
He laughed shortly. “Well, time for chow. I’ve got some anti-bacteria
tablets they gave us before we came out, supposed to keep the food
from poisoning us.”
3
We dined together in the airy salon which was nearly empty at this
season except for a handful of government officials and
businessmen who eyed us without much interest even though
Americans are not a common sight in Egypt. They were of course
used to me although, as a rule, I keep out of sight, taking my meals
in my own room and frequenting those walks along the river bank
which avoid altogether the town of Luxor.
“Who?”
“Why, yes. I even used to know him slightly but that was many years
ago, before your time. I’m curious to know what might have become
of him. I suppose he’s dead.”
“I’m sorry but I don’t place the name.” He looked at me with some
interest. “I guess you must be almost old enough to have seen him.”
“Boy, I envy you! There aren’t many left who have seen him with
their own eyes. What was he like?”
“Just like his photographs,” I said, shifting the line of inquiry: there is
always the danger that a trap is being prepared for me. I was
noncommittal, preferring to hear Butler talk of himself. Fortunately,
he preferred this too and for nearly an hour I learned as much as I
shall ever need to know about the life of at least one Communicator
of Cavesword. While he talked, I watched him furtively for some sign
of intention but there was none that I could detect; yet I was
suspicious. He had not known my name and I could not understand
what obscure motive might cause him to pretend ignorance unless of
course he does know who I am and wishes to confuse me,
preparatory to some trap.
I excused myself soon afterwards and went to my room, after first
accepting a copy of the newest Testament handsomely bound in
Plasticon (it looks like leather) and promising to give him my old
proscribed copy the next day.
The first thing that I did, after locking the door to my room, was to
take the book over to my desk and open it to the index. My eye
traveled down that column of familiar names until it came to the L’s.
At first I thought that my eyes were playing a trick upon me. I held
the page close to the light, wondering if I might not have begun to
suffer delusions, the not unfamiliar concomitant of solitude and old
age. But my eyes were adequate and the hallucination, if real, was
vastly convincing: my name was no longer there. Eugene Luther no
longer existed in that Testament which was largely his own
composition.
I let the book shut of itself, as new books will. I sat down at the desk,
understanding at last the extraordinary ignorance of Butler: I had
been obliterated from history; my place in time erased. It was as if I
had never lived.
Three
1
I have had in the last few days some difficulty in avoiding the
company of Mr. Butler. Fortunately, he is now very much involved
with the local functionaries and I am again able to return to my
narrative. I don’t think Butler has been sent here to assassinate me
but, on the other hand, from certain things he has said and not said, I
am by no means secure in his ignorance; however, one must go on.
At best, it will be a race between him and those hardened arteries
which span the lobes of my brain. My only curiosity concerns the
arrival next week of his colleague who is, I gather, of the second
generation and of a somewhat bookish turn according to Butler who
would not, I fear, be much of a judge. Certain things, though, which I
have learned during the last few days about Iris Mortimer make me
more than ever wish to recall our common years as precisely as
possible for what I feared might happen has indeed, if Butler is to be
believed, come to pass, and it is now with a full burden of hindsight
that I revisit the scenes of a half century ago.
2
I had got almost nowhere with my life of Julian. I had become
discouraged with his personality though his actual writings continued
to delight me. As it so often happens in history I had found it difficult
really to get at him: the human attractive part of Julian was undone
for me by those bleak errors in deed and in judgment which
depressed me even though they derived most logically from the man
and his time: that fatal wedding which finally walls off figures of
earlier ages from the present, keeping them strange despite the
most intense and imaginative recreation. They are not we. We are
not they. And I refused to resort to the low trick of fashioning Julian in
my own image of him. I respected his integrity in time and deplored
the division of centuries. My work at last came to a halt and,
somewhat relieved, I closed my house in the autumn of the year and
traveled west to California.
I had a small income which made modest living and careful travel
easy for me ... a fortunate state of affairs since, in my youth, I was of
an intense disposition, capable of the passions and violence of a
Rimbaud without, fortunately, the will to translate them into reality;
had I had more money, or none, I might have died young, leaving
behind the brief memory of a minor romanticist. As it was, I had a
different role to play in the comedy; one for which I was, after some
years of reading beside my natal river, peculiarly fitted to play.
“We, ah, have a better place coming up. Farther up the mountains
with a marvelous view of the, ah, whole city. You will love it, Gene.
Ah, haven’t signed a lease yet, but soon.” While we talked he
steered me through the crowds of handsome and bizarre people
(none of them was from California I discovered: most were Central
Europeans or British; those who were not pretended to be one or the
other; some sounded like both). I was introduced to magnificent girls
exactly like their movie selves but since they all tended to look a
great deal alike, the effect was somehow spoiled. But I was a tourist
and not critical. I told a striking blonde that she would indeed be
excellent in a musical extravaganza based upon The Sea Gull. She
thought so too and my host and I moved on to the patio.
“We’ll be quite happy here,” said Clarissa, waving our host away. “Go
and abuse your other guests.”
Hastings trotted off; those who had been talking to Clarissa talked to
themselves and beneath a flickering lantern the lights of Los
Angeles, revealed in a wedge between two hills, added the proper
note of lunacy, for at the angle from which I viewed those lights they
seemed to form a monster Christmas tree, poised crazily in the
darkness.
“Yes ... but why 'too’?” I was irritated by the implication that I gave up
all things before they were properly done.
“I feel you don’t finish things, Eugene. Not that you should; but I do
worry about you.”
“Now don’t take that tone with me. I have your interest at heart.” She
expressed herself with every sign of sincerity in that curious flat
language which she spoke so fluently yet which struck upon the ear
untruly, as though it were, in its homeliness, the highest artifice.